#tav x zevlor

[world-of-shadows-and-music]

Male Companions Responding To Your Pregnancy Announcement

Here are some headcannons I have for the Male Companions + Zevlor responding to your's/Tav's pregnancy announcement. I have a few more ideas I want to write out for the week so we will see how that goes.

Wyll

Legit might start crying when you tell him you’re expecting.

He smiles so big and bright before scooping you up in his arms and spinning you in a circle.

He is (carefully) rubbing his face against your stomach and whispering to the little baby bump.

He will not let you do anything on your own once you have the smallest of bumps.

He understands you don’t need his help, but he will offer it no matter what.

Once you get later on in your pregnancy, he is constantly rubbing your belly and telling them stories of his adventures as the Blade of Frontiers.

Once you get close to your due date, he will not leave your side cause he doesn’t want to miss anything.

He is there to hold your hand and help you anyway he can when you go into labor. Whispering how well you’re doing and that you are almost there.

Once the baby is there and in his arms, he melts. He doesn’t want to let them go.

Seeing you holding the little baby is his favorite thing.

“Oh darling. You have done so wonderfully.” Looking down at the little child, his child, wrapped in blankets and sleeping peacefully in his arms. “You have given me everything I could ever hope for.”

Astarion

He has heightened senses due to being a vampire so he can smell something different about you long before you tell him, but he doesn’t know what it up.

He thinks you’re playing some sick joke when you first tell him you’re expecting.

He just can’t wrap his head around it at first, but you wake up to his hands on your belly and whispering softly.

He comes around to the idea of you both having a child slowly but once he does, he is making sure you have the best healers available.

He even asks Shadowheart and Halsin to check on you and make sure everything is going well.

He becomes obsessed with your belly as it gets bigger, wanting to constantly be touching you in some way.

When he feels the first kick, he is startled but you see the largest grin on his face.

“Oh, a little fighter on our hands it seems.”

When you go into labor, he is afraid but he sits behind you and lets you push against him.

He is whispering into your ear how wonderful you are doing and letting you squeeze his hand.

Once he hears the baby cry for the first time, he has an out of body experience.

He is looking over your shoulder at the little one as they are placed in your arms, with you cooing down at them.

“Lover… They look perfect.” Reaching around you and letting them grab hold of his finger with his tiny hand. “I swear, I will always be there for them.”

Gale

He stares at you for a moment with wide eyes when you tell him before breaking out in a smile and scooping you into his arms.

He will want to announce to all your companions as soon as possible. He wants to share your good news with everyone.

He starts planning everything; the nursery, what colors everything should be, what foods he is going to be cooking for you through the pregnancy, everything you can think of.

Not to mention Tara is your little shadow and you’re pretty sure that she is reporting everything back to Gale.

He checks up on you multiple times a day, asking if you need anything or if you are craving everything for him to cook.

When you are laying in bed with him, he will be reading next to you and absently rubbing your belly.

When your belly gets bigger, he will want to have his arms wrapped around you while sleep with Tara curled up next to you.

He wants to be there when you give birth, he will not hear anything against it.

When you do go into labor, he is right by your side and wiping your forehead with a wet towel.

He honestly gets in the way of the midwife with his constant questions, but they force him to sit next to you.

When the baby is finally born, he wants to be the first to hold them and cradle them in his arms.

“Oh dearest, look at them. Look at how perfect you have done.” His soft smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at the child, wanting nothing more in the world.

Halsin

Halsin knows before you do that you’re pregnant. He picks up on the nausea, the tiredness, and he can smell it on you.

He waits for you to tell him though, giving you the privacy even though he is bursting at the seams with excitement.

He is making sure you’re eating enough and getting enough rest.

You wouldn’t even need to list a single finger if you didn’t want to.

He makes sure not to be too far from you if you would ever need him.

He starts whittling little toys for the child, including a little bear for them.

When your belly gets larger and you start complaining of back pain, he will come up behind you and put his hands under your belly to help relieve the pressure with his chin resting on your shoulder.

From the moment you two lay down for the night he is constantly talking to your belly and rubbing it.

The first time he feels a kick he will grin and give the spot a soft kiss.

He makes sure to keep an eye on everything for anything that could go wrong but he is not against you having additional healers to check up on you.

When you go into labor, he wants to help the midwife with anything they need; water, towels, just about anything.

He also wants to be the one who cuts the cord and clean the baby right after they are born.

He holds them in his arms and marvels at how small they are compared to him before he hands them to you.

“My Heart, just look at them.” Halsin looking down at the child, slowly running his finger down their cheek as they sleep. “Just look at what we have made together.”

Bonus: Zevlor (because I love him and no one can stop me)

When you tell him the poor man’s heart stops for a second.

He is a stuttering mess, hands reaching for you trembling, but he pulls you into his arms and holds you close kissing you.

A million and one doubts that he will be a good father go through his head, but he doesn’t doubt for a second that you will be a good parent.

You have to reassure him and give him a lot of love.

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re taken care of during your pregnancy.

You mention you want a snack or sweet? He will come home with like 10 of them.

You will wake up to him rubbing your belly as it gets bigger.

He eyes will be full of love and wonder when he feels them kick.

When you go into labor, he just can’t stand seeing you in pain and gets kicked out by the midwife.

But the moment he hears the first cry he will burst back into the room.

When the midwife hands the baby to him for the first time, he treats them as if they are made of glass.

“Oh sweetling.” Zevlor could feel tears pricking the corners of his eyes, blurring his vision as he held the newborn close to his chest watching them yawn. “You have given me everything.”

[space-blue]

Live footage of me finding Zevlor in Thorm's basement:

[loulouscribbles]

Oops seems you accidentally walked in on this old man changing 🤭

[dark-and-kawaii]

༺ 𝒯𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 & 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝒟𝓇𝓊𝒾𝒹 𝒞𝒽𝒾𝓁𝒹𝓇𝑒𝓃 ༻

A cute idea I came up with right after writing the first part. I love the thought of these men having cute little Druid babies that turn themselves into kittens. Enjoy ♡

PRT 1 (Click Here) - Zevlor - Rolan - Dammon -

- 𝒵𝑒𝓋𝓁𝑜𝓇 -

In the quiet darkness of your bedroom, Zevlor and you lay curled up together, finding solace in each other's warmth. Zevlor, with a gentle smile on his face as he slept, had his tail gently resting against your hip as he held you close. Your shared bed a place where the two of you could find peace after a long day.

As the night wore on, a muffled cry broke the silence, piercing through your sons room. Your son, a young tiefling druid, had been plagued by a troubling nightmare that caused him to shift into a small kitten in his sleep. Unable to shake off the remnants of his nightmare, and now stuck in his wildshape form he wandered towards his parents' room. His tiny paws padded silently through the moonlit corridors, seeking the loving presence of his parents. He soon reached your bedroom door, filled with a sense of urgency. In his feline form, he struggled to leap onto the high bed, his little paws desperately pawing at the loose sheets hanging down instead, an attempt to stir his parents' slumber.

Faint squeaks of distress escaped his tiny, furry throat, tugging on Zevlor's slumbering consciousness. Stirring awake, he blinked away the remnants of sleep, realizing the source of the commotion. As Zevlor turns his gaze towards his son he notices his struggles and the worry etched on his feline face. Understanding the turmoil his son was in, and with his own concern he swiftly acted, “There there, I have you little one.”

With a graceful twist of his tail, Zevlor coiled it around the frightened kitten known as his precious son, wrapping him in its comforting embrace. Lifting him with delicate care, Zevlor brought his son into the warm cocoon of his shared bed, drawing him towards his chest and into the sanctuary of his embrace.

You, roused by the commotion, opened your eyes to observe the scene with tender eyes. Understanding the depth of your son’s distress, you shifted yourself closer to both your son and Zevlor, your arms wrapping around his to help create a castle of love around your son. His feline form slowly dissipating as he felt the love and reassurance from both you and his father.

- 𝑅𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓃 -

The past week you’ve been bugging Rolan to have another child, claiming he makes the best father… which he does, but in actuality you wanted a child to carry out your Druid bloodline. Rolan on the other hand was content with the two he already had, in all truth he’s not even sure how he ended up with two, he barely wanted one and now you’re asking for another. So, Rolan did what he knew best and tried to keep you distracted by showing off some magic up in his tower as he worked.

The air around them crackled with auras of magic, Rolan’s audience was none other than his dearest family. You, with a smile warm as a summer's eve, his daughter, on your lap, beaming with sparkling joy, and his son, sprawled on a desk while Lia and Cal watch next to you.

"Daddy is so cool!" Your daughter tittered, clapping her hands wildly in appreciation and childish glee. “Usually he has performance issues,” Cal snorted back to his niece, “but I guess he’s past those days since he had yo-“ Lia elbowed Cal in the ribs while shooting him a look of disagreement, “Let Rolan have his moment! Besides, she has no idea what you’re talking about anyway!”

Rolan only sighs, “Don’t listen to them sweetheart.”

You looked on fondly at the scene; your daughter's overjoyed excitement and Rolan's faint smirk of pride making her smile. But of course, you couldn't let him off so easily, poking at him was just always too easy.

"Oh Rolan, it's always the same trick. I was hoping for something new today," You wink at your tiefling husband, pulling your daughter extra close. His son piped up in agreement, "Yeah dad, do something else."

Rolan turned around, responding to his son with a wry smile. "Patience! I’m working up to it-" As he spun, his careless movements knocked over a potion bottle conveniently close to where his son sat. And in that moment, the area was shrouded in a haze of green smoke.

When the smoke dissipated, sitting there was an infernal kitten where their son had been. “ROLAN!” You let out a gasp, quickly covering your mouth with your hand. The little tiefling girl, by contrast, erupted in laughter, shouting, "kitty!" The son turned kitten meowed in response, looking quizzically at his surprised family.

“Gooood job, Rolan. That’s definitely a new one for the books.” Cal clapped slowly at his brother. Lia just held her head, shaking it tired of Cal’s remarks.

Rolan pointed at their now feline son. “Brilliant! See, no need to try for another child, you have your Druid bloodline right here!" He was swiftly met with a death glare from you, his wife, yet the quip in his smirk did not falter. "I’m only teasing, love…partially."

- 𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 -

Dammon and you found yourselves enveloped in a rare moment of silence. Your three children, seemingly lost in slumber. With a sense of anticipation and romance, Dammon took it upon himself to prepare an exquisite dinner for the two of you. The enticing aroma of your favorite dishes wafted through the air, setting the mood for an lovely evening. Soft candlelight bathed the table, casting dancing shadows that added a nice touch to your surroundings.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been able to do something like this, let’s not waste the rest of the night, shall we?” Dammon rose from his seat, a warm smile illuminating his face. He extended a hand towards you, his eyes shimmering with affection. "May I have the this dance, my love?" he asked, his voice filled with tenderness and a slight blush across his cheeks.

Stepping outside and into your small garden, the moonlight bathed you both in a gentle glow. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, your feet gliding across the ground as if guided by unseen forces. Dammon's tail swayed gracefully in time with the rhythm.

Your children on the other hand were indeed not sleeping and instead joined the two of you outside, hidden by the magic of their druidic lineage, had transformed into three adorable kittens. Their tiny paws treaded silently across the grass as they approached their dancing parents, their eyes wide with wonder.

As Dammon and you twirled and spun, your laughter and joyous whispers filled the air. The kittens, their tiny tails swaying in unison, watched their parents in awe.

Just as their father wrapped his tail around your leg before pressing his forehead against yours, your eldest son of the three, couldn't help but wiggle his tail, imitating his father's playful gesture and wrapping his tail around his brothers’. Your youngest daughter, the mischievous one, attempted to spin in circles, her tiny body mirroring the dizziness she felt from watching the dance. The middle son, the most observant of the trio, took in every delicate movement while his brother messed with his tail.

With an accidental stumble, your youngest daughter or rather kitten, tumbled out of her hiding place, landing with a soft thud into the opening. The sudden noise caught Dammon and yours attention, your dance interrupted by the unexpected sound.

Dammon's lips curled into a playful smile, his arms crossed over his chest as he raised a single eyebrow.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" he said, his voice filled with a mix of amusement and affection.

You, unable to hide your own smile, stepped towards the kittens, your eyes filled with love as you extended a gentle hand, beckoning them closer to join the two if you.

[forystr]

i promised old man yaoi !

[eurydia]

"The only time I’ve felt at home is when I’m with you."

my latest Tavlor one-shot, Home, is now available on AO3 ❤️ it's an explicit work, please see the tags for detailed info.

[Home on AO3]

thank you once again to @rainyssafespace for the beautiful reference: [x]

title is a song by Mumford & Sons

[darkenedurge]

𝐓𝐨 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

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CONTENT : Fem/Tiefling Tav | P in V Sex | Oral (M & F Receiving) | Age Difference | Anxious Zevlor (poor, poor oathbreaker) | Tiefling Party ! (yay!) | Making Love | Confessions/“I love you”s | Creampie ✌🏻

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"My dear, surely you don't want to waste this party speaking with an old paladin?"

The younger tiefling's tail swayed behind her, like a coy kitten – a swish, swish, of subtle annoyance. Her brows furrow, and Zevlor almost wants to laugh at her blatantly obvious distaste toward his words.

Until, he doesn't. Because her next words, barrel into his chest like a freight train.

"There are things we can do besides speak, then." And she's serious. Completely, intently.

He can't catch his breath, splutters and stumbles – his wine, fortunate to still swill within its chalice confines. With a cough, and an uneasy chuckle, he offers a light, but dishonest shake of his head.

"You don't like me?" She asks, disheartened – and, painfully so. Her eyes have softened, expression twisting with regret. Zevlor panics.

Panics a little too much. An admittance falling all too hastily from his mouth, "I do! I really do. Since the very moment you set foot through that gate.."

Light, within her eyes once more. Still, she remains wordless, awaiting further explanation. Such, she deserves, he supposes.

"It's just.." A pause, "It's been a while."

Her hands unexpectedly find his, being careful not to tip his drink for a second time, "I don't mind. I want you, Zevlor."

As if there weren't enough heat, torturously lingering between them already..

Her words, the very smallest grace of her touch, sends blood rushing below. To where it shouldn't be, arguably, but it's there all the same. And it's dizzying. Zevlor opens his mouth to once again force her away, lips parting. Yet, what leaves is a quiet, "Then, please."

With a tug, she's dragging him out, away from the vicinity of camp – whipping past watchful, knowing eyes. For a brief, brief moment, Zevlor wishes to disappear. That's until he's tumbling backward onto a bedroll, grass licking at his ears, as her mouth finds his.

And, by the Gods does she taste incredible. Sweet, like ambrosia. Like every piece of Elturel, of what he'd lost, returning to him in one, fell swoop.

His hands settle on her waist, thumbs tracing circles against her clothed skin. Her hand, on a horn – tracing the ridges with an adventurous fingertip. The other, is already palming him – earning an unrestrained, whimpering sound.

He's never been wanted like this.

"Patience," He murmurs, as she breaks for air, "I want to savour every bit of this.. if you'll let me."

She considers, before giving a small, affirming nod – "How do you want me? This is your night."

With a shred of mustered confidence, he succeeds in rolling her onto her back – beneath him, as he had been for her. Hunger, need, dances within her irises.

"No, my love, it is not.. you're our hero, after all. And, I'd like to taste you." His fingers hook beneath the waistband of her camp garments, slipping them down with ease. She doesn't wear underwear to bed, it seems.

Or perhaps, this was an exception for him. That thought, only made him all the more hard – near painfully so. He neglects his own needs for now, parting her legs with gentle encouragement.

Zevlor dips his head, being mindful of his horns, nose burying in her cunt with no sense nor need of patience – his tongue, quick to gain a taste of her. The sweetness of her forces a guttural growl rumbling from the back of his throat, and her hips arch – one hand back, upon a horn. The other, nestling in his hair.

He's slow, to begin with, tongue swirling her clit with expert technique, and with patience. His resolve is strong, until his name whines past her lips – hips rolling. Then, and only then, does he further his pace, the pressure of his tongue increasing tenfold. His name, again, again, again.

"Zevlor," She moans, cries, "Zevlor, I can't–"

“You can, my heart,” He lifts his head, only for a split-second, “Cum for me, be good.”

A few, additional, incoherent murmurs pour from her mouth �� until a flurry of gasps, and pitched moans interject, her orgasm riding mercilessly through every nerve and limb. Zevlor steadies her shaking thighs with a tight, yet not harsh, grip – lapping up her juices, supping one, last taste.

Zevlor grant her a moment – peppering kisses up, down her thighs as her breathing steadies to a regular pace once more, despite the occasional hitch as his teeth graze her skin.

“You did so well,” He praises, following her unspoken lead, as she guides him against a nearby tree – sinking to her knees, “You.. you don’t have to do this, my girl.”

She doesn’t reply, but rather ignores him, the cold night air of spring breathing against his cock as it’s pried free – sending a shudder, coursing through him. Her thumb runs over the ridges, that line the length of his shaft, and he almost buckles – clawed fingers grasping at tree bark to re-steady himself. The notion earns a small, adorable breath of a laugh from her, before the entirety of him disappears within the cavern of her mouth. Her tongue teases the tip, cheeks squeezing the length of him. He could’ve cum at the snap of her fingers, at the first, instantaneous press of her tongue against his cock. But he holds back.

Her efforts are swift, clear that her favour was merely in order to prepare him for her. Prepare herself, to take him. She releases him with an audible ‘pop!’, and gazes up at Zevlor – doe-eyed, pupils blown wide with blaring desire. “How do you want me?” An echo, of a question she’d prior asked, before he was gifted the taste of her. The divine taste of her.

Zevlor’s head is reeling, and there’s an unintentional silence as he considers his options. The colour in his cheeks darkens, “Would it be.. old-fashioned of me, to ask for missionary?” A following silence, accompanied by her smile, “I just.. I want to see your face, my girl. My pretty girl.” His hand, caresses her hair upon the words that leave him, and her eyes briefly flutter.

“No,” She replies, catching his wrist, and pressing a kiss to the inner-side – “I think that’s lovely, Zevlor.”

Her words are cemented, as she’s on her back once more – her shirt rid from her body, rolled and placed beneath the small of her back as a makeshift pillow, leaving her bare before him. His breath catches in his throat, admiration ghosting across his expression. Lowering, their hands conjoin in aiding Zevlor out of his armour – his gaze cast aside, shy.

“You’re incredible,” She breathes, hands now tracing the expanse of his stomach, bumping over the ridges that adorn his skin – mirroring those on his cock. His eyes squeeze shut, still shy, but he smiles.

“Are you ready, my heart?” He then asks, clinging to the courage that allows him to look in her eyes, allows him to cup her cheek – thumb running over visible freckles that littered her skin. She nods, tail winding around his leg. Zevlor swallows, thickly, his tail mimicking her own – spreading her legs as it wound.

“I hope your tail speaks truth,” He utters, as he lines himself with her slick, pleading entrance, “I wish for nothing more than to be your mate. Beyond this moment.”

“It does,” The words are spoken in a sharp gasp, as he sheathes himself inside, her walls fluttering graciously around his cock – “I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever,” He pants, hips pistoning at a far quicker, and harder, pace than he’d anticipated, forehead coming to rest against hers – horns gently bumping, “Forever, my heart.”

Her moans slip into tandem with his thrusts, and she clings to him in any way she possibly can – cunt, impossibly tight around his cock, nails pressed into his skin, tail still wound around him. The sounds of their sex is embarrassingly loud, unrestricted. Zevlor’s name rolls off of her tongue like a prayer, and he can’t see himself lasting much longer.

To which, he announces, voice cracking, breaking, “I won’t.. I’m not going to last..”

“Then, don’t,” Is quipped in reply, in speedy succession, a kiss pressed to his lips – “Cum for me. Cum inside me.”

Zevlor’s eyes widen, the knot that coiled within his abdomen beginning to snap, “You’re sure?” – the question is strangled from his throat, hips still driving relentlessly into her.

“Yes,” She whines, “Yes, yes, yes, just– please.”

And who is he, if not a man, living to please his partner? Zevlor allows himself to tip, or rather crash, over the precipice – filling, spilling his seed into her with a shuddering cry of release.

They remain, for a minute or three, within one another’s embrace – kisses planted upon Zevlor’s shoulder, before her lips are stolen by his, tongues dancing in perfect unison.

“I love you,” Zevlor rasps, before interrupting himself with yet another, sloppy kiss, “I love you so much, my darling.”

“I love you too, Zevlor.”

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

Broke

Summary:After all this time, you finally break from all the stress. Right infront of them.

Type:Hcs:Zevlor X Gn!Reader: Rolan X Gn!Reader: Lae'zel X Gn!Reader: Karlach X Gn!Reader

Version:Bg3

Karlach

She'd tense up and panic

She hasn't been around anyone type of crying for 10 years, she doesn't know how to react

Someone would probably help you before she even spoke a word

Mainly because she can't help at all, she can't touch you, and she's worried she'd only make it worse

Your crying so hard and all she did was stand their

She's never felt so much regret when it came to you

oh how she wished she could've hugged you and comforted you properly

Lae'zel

Doesn't know how to react either

She'd call you weak, if she didn't know better

She'd stand there for a moment before crouching down and putting a hand on your shoulder

No words would be spoken, but she might pat your back or grip your shoulder in a comforting way

She didn't grow up with compassion or sympathy, so seeing you break down is knew to her

But she knows not to yell at you or insult you for crying

She's learned outside of her culture, so if your lucky you might get a very awkward hug

Zevlor

Probably the best at handling it out of everyone

He'd help you calm down, some touches on your back, making you focus on your breathing, all that

He'd be so worried about you

Your mental health means as much as your physical health, maybe more

So he'd probably have you stay with him until your calmed down

If it's at the tiefling party he'd panic so much he'd sober up

If you ask he won't hesitate to hug you, or hold you until you feel better

Rolan

Panicked, 100%

He's not terrible at comforting, but he'd be stunned for a moment

He'd say comforting words through your breakdown

No hugs or anything, he would be rubbing your back though

Might light drag his nails over your back like how teachers do it, just to make you focus on the soft sensation to calm down

Afterwards, he'd stay by your side as long as you like, relaxing you throughout the day or night

[A/n:I hope you enjoyed]

[naridoodles]

i want to romance him so bad

[jamesdeniscouldnever]

Soft zevlor x tav headcanons

Dude melted the moment he saw Tav enter the fray at the gate. Immediate heart pounding, who are they, why do they care? ("Show some respect! That is the woman/man/person that just saved your pathetic life!")

I've seen people mention it, and it's true: zevlor slouches when he's speaking to Tav but stands straight all other times. This means one of two things. He's either so relieved at the sense of safety they bring that he relaxes and allows himself to be tired, oooor he's incredibly nervous around them because THEY'RE JUST SO PRETTY.

My guy is 100% an acts of service and words of affirmation kind of lover, but he loves physical touch too. This unfortunately leads to arguments if tav is also the acts of service type.

They're born from love and worry though. ("What were you thinking? You could have been killed! And for what? For me?! You're far more important than me!" Trope anyone?)

Zev is sleeeeepy. Not like as a disposition but because he owes a massive sleep debt that he'll never be able to repay. Often finds himself waking up with his head in Tavs lap after falling asleep somewhere random.

Motherfucker PINES for tav. So in love, so unworthy, so desperate to protect, so unable to do anything. He's a hopeless romantic mess about them.

And once the relationship is established? Oh it gets SO much worse.

Remember that Zev carries a crushing amount of guilt and self-hatred. This leads to nights crying by Tavs side and begging them to tell him why, why? You could have anyone why him?

He has insomnia. He spends nights awake guarding his precious tav, his new oath.

This man gives the most hand-on-the-small-of-you-back energy. Anywhere, any time, for no reason at all.

Is definitely the type who would offer tav his hand to help them down the stairs even thought they clearly don't need it.

Loves brushing tavs hair, speaking gently to them about the future, the past, everything and nothing at all.

Goes without saying he is definitely the "shield your body with my own" type. Poor baby.

Guy proposes so fast. Like 2 months in and he's bought the ring and is waiting to pop the question. It's not a rush thing so much as he's just so SURE it's forever.

And last but certainly not least? Little spoon. Period.

[morrirylet]

zevlor and his booooyyyyfriend (my tav yeah) yes me

[yuramec]

Don't tease the old tiefling, he might tease you back.

[falcatas]

She is a lucky girl

[alistairs]

"If you truly feel you must reward me a kiss will suffice"

[reddesart]

A rich tiefling woman is here to save the day. Literally falling from the sky. Also after the main quest she takes Zevlor to her villa where he lives happily in his househusband cottagecore era.

[dark-and-kawaii]

We need something with Zevlor and being too big if you catch my drift 👀

༺ 𝒯𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝒾𝓂 𝒜𝓁𝓁 ༻

Zevlor

Note: bless your soul for sending this in because this made me legit horny when writing this. I love Zevlor so much you guys have no idea!!! I want him so much and I just know his dick is big.

Size Difference - Breeding - Tail Grabbing

You try to bite back a sob as your hands grip his shoulders, "Ngh..." But you fail, unable to contain the sound of your cry. The intensity of it causes Zevlor to freeze, his advances coming to a halt. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with concern and regret.

"I... I never meant for this to cause you harm," he stammers, his voice filled with genuine distress. "We can stop if you're in pain." His attempt at a smile is feeble, and you can see the falseness behind it. Zevlor hates seeing you in pain, and the fact that he's the one causing it now only adds to his anguish.

"N-no!" you protest, your voice quivering. "Zevlor, please don't stop! I-I just need to get used to it, that's all…” You tilt your head to the side, a blush spreading across your features, tears glistening in your eyes. "It’s just that… You're the biggest I've ever had."

He presses his lips to one of your hands on his shoulder, “I don't want to hurt you," he murmurs against your hand, "But if you're sure... if you truly wish for me to continue…” His hands grip your hips tightly, his nails gently digging into your skin as he slowly begins to push forward, inch by agonizing inch, his size stretching you to your limits.

You gasp and arch your back, a mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Zevlor pushes another inch into your tight little cunt, and you sob harder, the tip of his tiefling cock kissing your cervix.

You hastily wrap your legs around him, your toes curling, “Z-Zevlor!” you cry out when he finally bottoms out, the pain in your stomach burgeoning.

Zevlor struggles every time he hears your whimper… Torn between his desire to please you and his concern for your well-being. He leans down, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek before whispering with such a soothing voice, "Tell me if it becomes too much. I don't want to push you beyond your limits."

You nod, tears streaming down your face, as you try to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of his size inside you.

Zevlor waits briefly until your sobs subside, before pulling back and pressing into you again. The pain and pleasure returns in full force. Every thrust pushes his cock directly to your cervix, your belly cramping during every knock.

The sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms your senses, and you find yourself craving more of him. "Z-Zevy, m-mo-more..." you gasp, your voice filled with desperate longing.

You swore you could see his face deepen in color as your nickname for him rolled off your tongue as you moaned for him. "A-are you sure?" he grunts, his pace quickening. His claws accidentally dig into your hips and he holds you firmly in place, allowing him to push himself as deep into your body as he can go.

You nod your head, unable to say anything due to being consumed by the feeling of your cunny splitting open for Zevlors cock.

The sound of your moans and his grunts fill the cave, blending with the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin.

Zevlor's thrusts become more forceful, his primal instincts taking over as he drives himself into you. You can feel the heat building within you, the intense pressure coiling in your core. With each thrust, you're pushed closer and closer to the edge.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving dark red marks in their wake, as you surrender yourself to the pleasure. You arch your back, meeting his every movement, your bodies moving in perfect synchrony.

Zevlor's grip on your waist tightens even further, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he nears his own release. You know he’ll try to pull out, will try and paint your stomach white with his milky seed, but you don’t want that. You want his tiefling seed to fill you, to paint your insides white as his seed fights to impregnate you.

The thought of bearing this man’s child has you falling apart, your drool pooling at the corners of your mouth.

"N-need you- Cum inside me," you beg as you blindly reach for his tail. Your hand moving around until you finally find and grab hold of it. Zevlor’s face twists, a sharp hiss emanating from him as you began to glide your thumb over the tip of his tail. His face was so beautiful, tears began to prick at his own eyes, his face deepening even more. "P-please f-fill me up, Zevy, please!!"

He can deny you nothing, never could, especially not when you call him Zevy. He growls against your ear, “I-if that is what you w-wish-ah!” Zevlor coming undone under your touch has your walls squeezing him tightly as you finally cum with a scream. He fucks you through your orgasm, thrusting his cock inside you once, twice, and then the heat of his release is flooding you, his seed spilling directly into your womb. His milky substance spilling out of you and pooling between you.

The warmth of his release causes your eyes to roll back in pure bliss. Your walls squeeze him tightly, milking every last drop of his tiefling seed from him.

With the last few tremors of your orgasm fading away, Zevlor drops his head to the crook of your neck, “For-forgive me if I caused you any harm…” his breathing hot and heavy.

It takes a minute, but before you can say anything you can hear his breathing start to even out as he starts to drift off. A part of you wishes he would stay awake, so the two of you could talk. You know you can't ask him to do that though, you know that Zevlor deserves rest.

Instead, you let him sleep, your arms coiling around him to keep him close to you, his cock still buried inside you. As you lay there, in each other's arms, you can't help but feel at home, content and safe. Your eyes start to flutter closed as well. A soft smile tugs at your lips, as you begin to drift off into sleep.